Master of the World [Quick Transmigration]

Fog formed on the surface of the lake, and Xia Yebai shivered: "Teacher, I am willing to go to the battlefield, throw my head, and shed my blood."

It is better to be hacked with a knife than to be carried into the mansion in eight sedan chairs.

Lin Xun saw that he had made up his mind, and sighed sadly: "You child, you just don't have a rich life."

Xia Yebai nodded fiercely, sincerely: "Next life, next life."

The moment Lin Xun moved away from him, Xia Yebai heaved a sigh of relief, and a voice remained behind: "You don't have to marry, but you can't go without a dowry."

Xia Yebai instantly turned bitter.

Back at the Hehuan Sect, a disciple hurriedly handed over a letter, saying that it was just now that Principal Tiansheng came to visit, and he left after waiting for a while.

Lin Xun opened the envelope and read it as he walked. The content of the letter was very simple, inviting him to set out to encircle and suppress Danyang in ten days.

Ten days later, with Danyang and his party, he has no mount, no strength, no ostentation.Although a large amount of spiritual stones have been pitted from various sects and courtyards, there is still not enough to see when it comes to the decisive battle.

When everyone was hurrying to practice, the primary problem Lin Xun faced was how to make money.

"teacher."

Su Xingbang, who was practicing his sword, received his gestures. Petals and new leaves fell all over the sky. He saluted slowly, "Is there something wrong?"

Lin Xun found out that he had come to the forest where Su Xingbang practiced his sword. He didn't want to bother him to leave, but when he asked him, Lin Xun asked, "Do you have any books with you?"

"Scroll?" Su Xingbang was startled, "What kind of scroll?"

"It's all right." Lin Xun: "Let me read it as a teacher."

Su Xingbang didn't understand his intention, and still took out many books from the space ring, most of them were military strategies, and the rest were biographical history.

Lin Xun held the vast scrolls and went back to the room to read them.

Ten lines at a glance, the flipped books were neatly put aside, Lin Xun rubbed the paper with his fingers unconsciously, and muttered: "There are many people who became rich overnight in Tianluo Continent, but most of them are merchants, or they have made military exploits and granted fiefdoms. .”

If there is still a year or a half to go, he can plan something. Now it is only ten days, except for today, there are still nine days left. If he wants to make a fortune and expand the territory, he can only talk on paper.

When there were eight days left, Lin Xun took a stroll and passed the door of Ding Sheng's room. Through the half-opened window, he saw that he was controlling the fire with his left hand and was concocting medicine. A strange fragrance emanated from the cauldron.

Half an hour passed, when the furnace was turned on, Baoguang floated, and three good-looking pills were poured into the palm.

Just as he was amazed at Ding Sheng's alchemy skills, one of them suddenly flew towards him as if it had grown wings.

Lin Xun grasped it reflexively, and the elixir, which was still warm, was firmly held in his hand.

Not understanding his intention, Lin Xun raised his head and looked in Ding Sheng's direction.

"For you." Ding Sheng said indifferently: "This pill is placed in the air, and its medicinal properties are volatile."

Lin Xun put it into the space ring, "Why give it to me?"

"Your intentions are not right. I am happy to see Lie Xin. Since you are thinking about it, I might as well just let you have one."

Lin Xun heard the hidden meaning of this sentence, if he didn't give one of them, he might try to get all three of them away.

He felt that he was wronged this time, because right now his top priority is to make money, and other things can be put aside.

Seeing him playing with the space ring, Ding Sheng didn't know what he was thinking.

There was a sudden smile in his eyes, Lin Xun looked at him and said, "Thank you very much." Then he turned and left.

Ding Sheng always felt that Lin Xun seemed to suddenly have the feeling of clearing the clouds and mist, as if he had realized something, not just thanking him for giving him the pill.

……

In the southern hut, when it was teaching time, everyone gathered together except for Lin Xun.

"Why hasn't the teacher come yet?"

"Did you oversleep?"

Su Xingbang said coldly: "The teacher is never late."

Unless something happens.

A group of people came to the house where Lin Xun lived, they went to the empty building, and left a letter: I am going out urgently, and I will return in seven days.

The bed was tidy, and the books that Su Xingbang had lent him were placed on the table in an orderly manner.

Ding Sheng weighed the teapot on the table, there was only a little water left in it, "I should have left last night."

"Anyway, we'll be back in seven days, and we can't slack off in our cultivation if the teacher isn't here," said a disciple.

The rest nodded in agreement.

Soon, only Ding Sheng was left in the room.

He looked around, it was clean and tidy, and he could see the master's good habits. There were still some bottles and cans in the unlocked drawer, many of which were brought from him.

The hand that was about to touch the bottle was retracted.

"Forget it, take it without warning, it's considered a thief." Although these books came from him, Ding Sheng walked to the bedside, stretched out his arms and closed his eyes, hundreds of light spots appeared around his hands, and looked carefully Each point of light is the shape of a miniature crane.

Hundreds of cranes flew towards the sky with light spots, and each of them slowly opened their eyes, looking around a hundred miles around. Wherever they passed, every scene was branded in the light group.

One night two days later, hundreds of light spots fell into a courtyard of the peony building at the same time, like the mottled light left by a meteor passing by, dazzling and dazzling.

Thousands of images flashed through each light point, monks fighting, hideouts in the shady sects, and even the daily life of ordinary people on the street were branded by Linghe's eyes.

Only one figure in a black cloak was missing.

"Can't you find it?"

Hundreds of light spots were annihilated in his fist, leaving no trace, "How is that possible?"

No one in the world can escape Linghe's eyes.

After Lin Xun was gone, the Hehuan Sect became much quieter and less lively.

In the outside world, Danyang Mansion recalled all experienced disciples, and various sects and sects also sent letters to distant disciples one after another, urgently recalling the sect, and even Tiansheng Academy sent letters to many outstanding students who graduated in the past. , There are constant frictions on the road.

For monks below Jindan, no one dares to walk alone.

Many disciples in the Hehuan Sect also received a summons from their family members, asking them to hurry back as soon as possible and not to participate in the siege of Danyang.

All the disciples answered with the same caliber: willing to advance and retreat with the sect.

On the fourth day after Lin Xun left, Ding Sheng also decided to go back to Zuixiang Building to recruit some available manpower.

The singer sang, and a dozen or so scantily clad women wandered among the many monks, teasing one or two from time to time, gorgeous but not vulgar, some women directly poured wine on themselves, their curves were half exposed, and they drank the wine with their lips.

No matter how bloody the outside world is, this Zuixian Tower will always be unshakeable and spend a lot of money, just like the spring night.

The arrival of Ding Sheng hardly aroused other people's ideas, and everyone played their own way, having a great time.He found that there were many more guests in Zuixianlou than before, many of them stretched their necks and looked eagerly waiting.

"Why don't you come out!"

He heard someone complain.

Hundreds of spirit stones were thrown onto the empty stage, and everyone followed suit, taking out many good things and throwing them on the stage.

The wonderful sound of the flute came, and the visitor's body was filled with a faint mist, like Qionghua Yuxue, it was impossible to find out the true face, but the sound of the flute was faint, playing a song called Xiaoxiang Yuxia.

"Seven Days Drunk!" Someone's face was full of intoxication, "It's Seven Days Drunk's debut!"

"It is rumored that the sound of the flute that has been drunk for the past seven days is like the sound of heaven, and it is true when I hear it today."

"It's worth it! It's worth it! This is the top card of Zuixianlou!"

The performance climaxed one after another, and the notes floating in Zuixianlou made people feel ecstatic.

Ding Sheng, who had just stepped into the building, froze in his footsteps.

——Going out urgently, returning in seven days.

Thinking of Lin Xun's eight-character letter left in a hurry, Ding Sheng's beautiful pupils reflected the fairy performance on stage, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Seven days drunk, what a seven days drunk."

Lin Xunzheng accepted everyone's adoring gazes, when he suddenly heard an extremely discordant and suppressed voice:

"Forest, wind, moon!"

With a shake of his hand, a perfect performance added a vibrato.

The author has something to say: Ding Sheng sneered: OK, very good!

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